Robo C.H.I.C. - Wondrous construct invented to "increase entropy on the side of good." Wait a minute, entropy is chaos! She is nothing more than six feet of blonde wig swapping chaos!

Dr. Von Colon - Mad scientist working for the good of mankind, if you subscribe to the theory "that which does not kill us makes us stronger." Sometimes he amuses me by yelling at a chair, that's pretty funny compared to other parts of the movie.

John Kent - He has high aspirations as a reporter, but somebody needs to teach him not to use words that even confuse me. Just remember, supposedly mainstream America is a hairy guy watching the evening news in his stained wife-beater. Don't throw big words at him; it will only hurt your ratings.

Police Chief Morton - Useless little guy with a complex about his height. Imagine a short version of Rodney Dangerfield that is not funny, there is Morton for you.

Quentin Thalian - Evil to the very tip of his goatee; what else can you say about a man with dozens of half dressed hookers and a drug empire? Man, if Marion Barry was still the mayor of Washington DC. I had a zinger.

Rufus & Dante - Every drug lord is required to have a pair of bumbling hit men. It's the law.

Satan's Minions - Biker gangs are usually more frightening than this group. Of course, the misprinted jackets hardly help. Would you be afraid of the inept crowd that rides with Satan's Onions?

Harry Truman Hodgekins - He developed some serious social problems while working as a pest control specialist. So, to gain attention, he used his contacts to obtain the materials necessary for building a lot of nuclear devices.

The Plot:

Having watched this movie three times for the review I have come to a conclusion. The world would be a better place if an asteroid had landed directly on top of the film crew. Earth could probably do without another area shaped like the Yucatan Peninsula, but mass extinction is a small price to pay in the face of this horror. Sam Neill could take a 35mm print of it, enclose the reel in a sphere, and build a spaceship able to cross the boundary between our mortal realm and Hell. It's just that bad.

We open with Harry slowly assembling an atomic bomb in the mechanical room of some large building. Somehow he has gathered enough material to make over a dozen devices, each fitting into a small toolbox. In fact, I was wondering about the nuke's ability to reach critical mass and cause an explosion. I was wondering, the writer was not. Later on a similar bomb will destroy the Great Plains; as in obliterate entirely.

Parallel to the geek terrorist's plot is Dr. Colon's assembly of our title heroine. A crowning moment is choosing which head to use, but indecision breeds confusion. Two women will play Robo C.H.I.C. over the next hour and some minutes, seemingly at random and with little regard to the audience. What possessed them (the film makers) to flagrantly parade the same fluffy wig in front of the camera, but on the heads of different actresses? You want an argument for a Black Ajah of directors? You got it.

Von Colon wrote a helpful reminder on his trusty clipboard. Opening it will reveal "You are a genius" on a single piece of paper. Underneath that is another sheet of paper with the words "But you are still a moron." He went through all the trouble of building a highly advanced robotic law enforcement officer and made her a blonde! Right down to her diodes, she even has blonde diodes! Argggghhhh! Watch in horror as Von Colon spends numerous komedic (that's Russian, they aren't very funny) scenes teaching his creation simple behaviors. Honestly, if I were to invent a woman all that would be part of the basic programming, along with some other choice tasks picked up from Traci Lords.

Harry destroys his first target, a national monument called "Sulfur Dunes" in California. (That's in Cali? I thought it was in New Jersey?) He then calls a press conference in the city park to state his demands. Enough reporters show up in 80's clothes to fool onlookers into thinking a Debbie Gibson convention is in town, but I digress. Police Chief Morton makes the one rational choice available, he throws the third class terrorist in jail. Now that is a fine idea! I'm serious, even though Kent complains about what will happen if Mr. Hodgekins doesn't transmit a disarm code to the next bomb. That's a weak argument. Torture the codes out of the bastard! Give me a few hours with some Craftsman tools and I'll set human rights back several hundred years (only a couple of hundred for Spain), but you will have those disarm codes. Guaranteed.

Watching and considering all of this drama is Thalian. He decides that if Harry is holding the world hostage, he'll just hold Harry hostage. One of the prostitutes first suggests the plan, but the master takes it for his own and smacks the slut for speaking out of turn.

You see this coming right? Well, not all of it. I've only hinted at the part Satan's Onions will play in the plot. Their leader is locked up with Harry; during a normal transfer of prisoners the gang makes an attempt to free the head onion. Amusing hijinks ensue as Rufus and Dante join the fray to kidnap Harry Truman. Watch Robo C.H.I.C. fall over when told to "get down!" See the tense hostage standoff in which any respectable shot would have blown the bad guys' heads off! Moan in terror that you are only halfway through this darn movie.

During the previous scene's tumult the stupid reporter gets acquainted with the stupid robot. Unable to distinguish her from a real blonde woman, he takes her back to the studio. Does he put the moves on her? Oh yes. Do they work? Oh no. Instead they fall in love... ...how darn sweet, but who cares? It isn't like the plot gives anything more than a nod to their relationship anyway.

By now the fact that budget was not an option (notice "not an option" = what budget?) should be apparent. Crowds are often just twenty people standing around, looking bored. How do you manage to shoot a scene in the middle of town and only attract twenty curious bystanders? Probably for the same reason "Robo Car" is a Pontiac Fiero. Not even a new Fiero either, this vehicle would look less out of place in a junkyard.

The world needs Robo C.H.I.C., because Thalian and the bikers have come to an agreement. One group has Harry, while the other has the briefcase full of detonators. So, a bunch of goons are holding us all hostage and their demands are like something out of a Batman episode. They don't want money or power; they just want the police to stand by and do nothing while criminals run the city. (Hey, who is holding L.A. hostage with what?) Assisted by Kent and Robo Car, the two women sharing that wig fight to add entropy to the side of good. Arrggghhh! I've looked it up in the dictionary just to be sure; it still sounds like something bad.

Can Robo C.H.I.C. stop their nefarious plan? Will Dr. Von Colon find a way to disarm the bombs before it is too late? Will YOU IDIOTS STOP TALKING TO THE CAMERA? Screw this, I'm done typing. Go watch it yourself; I hope it gives you cancer.

I would like to thank Peter Johnson (he played the gang member named "Gimp") for... ...loaning me his VHS of "Robo C.H.I.C." to write this review. The tape is on its way back via UPS ground. You might think the packaging a bit strange, but the only shipping container I could find was that hollow stump. Unwrap it, then use a stick and poke around in the holes before shaking the stump violently to move all the contents to one side. Now, roll up your sleeve and reach in to retrieve that wonderful movie you sent me...

Things I Learned From This Movie:

News anchorwomen are not chosen for their intelligence.

There are "How To" books for everything.

Rumor-mongering reporters are allowed to roam freely through government buildings.

One nuclear bomb, the size of a bread box, can destroy an area the size of Alaska.

Being a drug lord/pimp has some perks.

Dynamite is overrated as an explosive.

Ditzy women are impervious to pickup lines.

Police bomb squads get their safety gear from high school football and hockey teams.

If you need to disarm a bomb just cut all the wires.

Never stand on a plate that appears to be wired with one zillion volts.

Stuff To Watch For:

3 mins - Just in case you had a weird oral and foot fetish.

5 mins - RANDOM GRATUITOUS BREAST SHOT!

7 mins - I think that this is a continuity error, but proving it would be impossible.

16 mins - RANDOM ACT OF VIOLENCE AGAINST A SHACK!

25 mins - For the last twenty minutes a spider has been slowly walking across my ceiling. It's fascinating...

26 mins - I wonder where they rented the forklift from?

36 mins - That was definitely a continuity error. No? What do you mean no? It was the Great Plains? Arrggghhh! I hate this film!

Robo C.H.I.C. is training to become a superhero in these scenes. No, Von Colon is not testing her capabilities; she is supposed to be training. Wouldn't you have programmed her that way in the first place? I would have.

Oh man, for some reason I can't wait to watch this movie. I found it the local video god retailers (they have nearly EVERY movie EVER there) and I am just like, drooling over this film. After two shut out there looking for Peepers and Jacker II, the final attempt to find Robo CHIC ended with sweet victory. Andrew, I hope you don't let me down on this one. I'm expecting to be diving into one huge s**t hole here... Don't let me enjoy this.

I am in total agreement with the writer of this review. This movie SUCKED ASS!!! Now, you can tell the filmmakers weren't being at all serious when they made this, but it's not "so stupid it's funny", as it clearly tries to be. Instead, it's so stupid it's just annoying and often painfully so. For anyone who wants to see a cheesy film that's actually fun, go see KILLER CLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE, or ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES, or something by the master of bad films, Ed Wood. This movie is just a complete waste of precious time and money.

After watching this movie i have lost 98 points of my precious IQ which was low enough already. If there is anyone who enjoyed this movie i will personally go to there place of dwelling and kill them with a stick. This Movie can make you legally retarded and has made me so sick that i have pooped out my spleen. I am now going to destroy the VCR and blow up the video store for having any affiliation to this movie. I hope the director and cast of robo chic, minus the cast member who sent in the movie to the site, get in a massive car accident which tears their internal organs out so that the land on their faces and they have to watch their various organs bleed and goop on them. DIE ROBO CHIC DIE!!!!!!!! (Robo chic had a penis!)

Ya know what? I went blind after watching this movie. In fact, I'm having another person write this for me because I am in so much pain. I hate this movie soooooo much. I cannot describe my intense hatred for this movie and anyone who had any affiliation with it. I'm not exaggerating. I hate this damned movie. I hated every second of this stupid movie and became so dumb by watching it, I vomitted out a big wad of foam and believed that I was a glass of milk. I will track down the director of this movie and slowly torture him until he dies. At no point during this ninety seven of hellish idiocy did anything connect plot-wise. It wasn't even bad in a funny way. It was just bad. Horrid. It left the taste of dead wombat fetuses in my mouth. That's how bad it was.

Just saw this film, nearly poked my eyes out with the remote. Question: Why was the cast only sorry for the bison, and Native Americans on the great plains? Don't other people live there? Isn't that where a majority of our food is grown? Question: Why did the Sulfur Fields shot look exactly like the Great Plains? Question: Why didn't money for this movie go to something more appealing, like drowning cats in a burlap. Seriously, I thought the skull rating was only a guideline. This thing was like knee to the groin, after poor home castration efforts.